in between

seek lightning

in a darkened corridor

 

laugh myself sober

with sticky drunk women

whose names have all melted

into a lazily spinning Susan

 

scream with a scrum

of voltaic pigeons

trying to lull

the body hate

 

bob bloodied auras

to an

iron song of ancient black jaws

 

 trance like backwoods worshipers

dance like lost balloons

 

nimbly dodge the rushing dead

tactfully taste the moaning of satellites

wildly spin like prodigal planets

until

un-sacred night fades to commercial

noise

 

wings recharged

heads shrunken

puppet strings untangled

 

we fly into the static storm

like samurai dragons

 

another day slain

 

(there’s always a next battle to fear)

Reviews

[LJW]

Pass the pipe dear man we're gonna need some fortification.

dance like lost balloons. That's kinda like herding kittens. Futile.

Unsacred night fades to commercial noise. Indeed.

Warriors all are we.

Unique with 300-like (300 the epic movie) imagery.

[roarke]

And don't forget to breath while in between...

[Emily B]

i don't fear the next battles to much anymore, i get afraid when i look back and see the last monster in my memory

[Emily B]

what have you got that's new?